Post by Laura O'Connel on Aug 23, 2005 22:57:04 GMT -5
Laura O'Connel brushed a hair from her eyes. For months they had been trying to duplicate the Ghostbuster's containment unit in vain. She sighed and put a pair of wire cutters down. She was sick of looking at the colorful tangles, and ready for a cup of coffee. She had gotten lonely in the dark, dreary room by herself, and wondered why the lighting was so poor in a lab. Considering their labour, they were payed ridiculously low and were given these awful working conditions. Oh well. It was a job.
She sat at the desk and looked over the clippings from today's paper. Someone had cut out everything having to do with the Ghostbusters and set them up next to a dart board. When she was recruited by the C.P.P.R. she had thought this uninhibited hatred for the Ghostbusters was ridiculous, and nothing had changed. She had never met them, but was sure they couldn't be that bad.
She leaned back in her chair and took a long sip of her coffee.
She sat at the desk and looked over the clippings from today's paper. Someone had cut out everything having to do with the Ghostbusters and set them up next to a dart board. When she was recruited by the C.P.P.R. she had thought this uninhibited hatred for the Ghostbusters was ridiculous, and nothing had changed. She had never met them, but was sure they couldn't be that bad.
She leaned back in her chair and took a long sip of her coffee.
